-- The Book of Fate --
by John Herlihy
Dear God, that one might read the book of fate
And witness the realities of the times we live in
The realities of the times make mountains level
The continents of earth weary of their firmness
Such solid firmness that soon melts into the sea
We as butterflies in the richness of earth’s garden
In search of life nectar in the passing of the hour
Time but an envelope in the vastness of eternity
Our minds form questions regarding the mystery
We wander and get lost, then we stumble and fall
Who can account for the many ways of the world
Leading us to places that we could never imagine
A life story we write ourselves and haltingly tell
Silence returns at the sounding of the death knell
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Copyright ©John Herlihy
Thursday 18 July 2024
Ron